So said, and so done! Talk of pantermines! Scott! If you'd seen hus two shivering, wropt-up, grey ghostes. Like two steaming bundles, a tumbling around, fixing rockets and catherine-wheels to damp postes, And striking of splutt'ring fusees, you'd 'a' thought we was demons a doin' of Guy Fox's duties. At last--_whizz!_ Away went a couple of rockets a-rending the fog, reg'lar red-and-green beauties. Don't talk of Der Fryshoots! We looked like a party of spooks celebrating the fifth in old bogland; Wy even poor _Molly_ pricked up 'er froze ears at this "Whistler-like picter of Fireworks in Fogland." As old One-heye called it, wotever 'e meant. But it 'ad its effect though, for torches come flaring, And voices come 'owling across the damp flats, to inquire wot it was that still neighbourhood scaring. "Wy _Huncle!!!_" a sharp little nipper voice squeaks as the party drew nigh. Cries old BROCK, "Wot, young TEDDY!" We wasn't a bow-shot away from the 'ouse where old One-heye was due, and the Guy-games all ready, Though boshed by the fog! Talk of larfter and liquor! I don't think I ever felt dryer, _or_ wetter, But of both them taps, larf and lap, _I_ don't care if on no Guy Fox night I don't get more, _or_ better! * * * * * A TALE OF THE TOLL'D. Present Etonians ought to hail with delight the prospect of the approaching abolition of the Windsor Bridge Toll. A decade ago it caused--and, doubtless, does so still--many a precocious _D_ to escape the lips of infuriated _Oppidans_ going to town on Saturday-to-Monday "leave." Thus:-- SCENE--_"My dame's" house in Keat's Lane; wall-eyed, knock-knee'd, sleeping Rosinante attached to prehistoric Windsor "fly," with oldest inhabitant--also asleep--on box, waiting outside_. TIME--_Winter: immediately after "early school." Enter hurriedly three_ Etonians _who take "fly."_ _First Etonian._ Just six minutes for the train! (_Shouting at driver._) To the station--and drive like blazes! _Second E._ Drive like Jehu! _Third E._ (_a wag_). "Drive" like W. G--hu! (Third E. _promptly sat upon by his companions_.) [_Rosinante and_ Driver _wake up and succeed in making astonishing pace up High Street, but pull up half-way across Windsor Bridge_. _First E._ (_having forgotten the "toll"_). What in thunder are you pulling up for? _Driver._ Toll, Sir. _Second E._ Can't wait for the toll. Drive on! [_But_ HORATIUS _too good a "keeper," and exacts tax. Unwonted opulence of_ Etonians, _who have nothing "less than a ten-shilling piece": consequent delay--nearly two minutes--for change. Chorus from Cab----_!! [_They arrive in station to find train just steamed out. Chorus ("in which the_ Driver _also joins")_----!!!